Understand,
if you are to try
at times, Blue-Blacks pervade my canvases,
Blushing Pinks and Blood Red
retreat from stapled corners in waste-not, want not Oh my God, I want that
One in the olive recliner there,
staring bold as Brass in
Brass-colored hair,
Blood red is back
She left Blushing Pink way behind when she went
Streaking with perfect line and form, challenging with truth or dare while coloring a sailors red sky morn, to warn to warn to warn
The Blue-Blacks are coming
The Blue-Blacks are here
The Blue-Blacks are running
the game from in here.